The Alpha Emperor’s Resurrection

17: Aurelia

I was surprised that Robin was still with me when I woke up. I thought he would have slipped away, but he was curled around me and he kissed my neck sleepily as he began to wake up.

"One night, remember," I moved my hips, grinding them against his eager hard-on to tease him. "This morning wasn't part of the deal."

"I don't think I'll be forgetting anytime soon," he whispered against my neck as he moved to stroke himself against my ass. "I should probably go and take a shower, anyway."

"You're not the one who had half a bottle of lube f****d into them," I moved my hips again so he was pressed to my p***y, and he laughed dryly.

"I won't use any this time, then," he gripped my hip and pushed me gently to spread me enough that he was inside me again. "If you relax, we can take advantage of how wet you are before I go, instead. If not…"

I moaned and pushed back against him, but he threw the bed covers aside, flipped me onto my stomach, and pulled my hips up so he could move freely. Something about my response to him had been irresistible.

He thrust into me, and I grasped the bed sheets and started to pant.

"Arch your back for me…" he murmured, a quietly confident command that let me know it was for my benefit as well as his own enjoyment. He pressed on my lower back, gently, and I felt him deeper inside me when I complied. I thought he had given in to me, but he stroked my back, and it was clear he was in control of himself. "If I don't go now, I'm not going to be able to leave today, either. You're too fun to play with."

"You're seriously not going to sleep with me again because your stupid Alpha ego can't possibly admit that you can f**k people you don't actively dislike?"

He really didn't have an Alpha ego, but I was searching desperately for the right words to convince him to stay.

"Do you have any idea how many women I've done this to?" he stroked my back and moved slowly, driving me crazy. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to answer - I wasn't even sure what he was referring to - but he answered for me anyway. "You're the first woman I have ever taken like this…" he paused when he was completely filling me, and spat on my ass before pressing one of his fingers against me. "It's harder to resist you than I'm used to. I actually want to stay when we're done."

I squirmed when I felt his finger slip slowly into me, and he took it out when I made a noise of protest.

I knew what he was thinking; if I couldn't handle his finger, I was definitely not going to handle his c**k.

"Why do you have to resist this? If it feels amazing, why does it have to end?"

"I really don't want to pull out right now, believe me."

That wasn't what I meant, but I wasn't going to pressure him into thinking about things in too much detail when we barely knew each other, and I was relieved he had lost interest in my ass.

I didn't have anything else to say, I just wanted him to f**k me again, so I clung to the bedsheets and tightened my p***y around him.

He drove into me hard, his c**k moving deep inside of me, and I moaned in pleasure, reaching down to rub my c**t. I was desperate to finish, but he growled in disapproval and smacked my hand away.

"It's not going to happen like that with me; you have to earn it. I'll make you c*m when you're ready."

I groaned in frustration and thrust my hips back hard, pushing myself onto his c**k so I could take him all again.

"Like that?" I asked, teasingly.

"God, yes," he moaned.

He rode me hard, pressing his hands down firmly on my back to keep it arched; I made a note that he seemed to find that particularly enjoyable, closed my eyes, and let the sensation take over when he reached between my legs and stroked me to push me over the edge.

I tightened around him and cried out as I came, and he wrapped his hands around my waist so he could take me harder as his breathing quickened.

I reached back with one of my hands and grabbed his ass, digging my nails into his warm flesh to pull him deeper inside me as he came. He groaned deeply and thrust his hips against me one last time before he collapsed onto the bed and pulled me down beside him.

His heart was still beating wildly, and he wound his fingers through my hair to hold me against his chest as we lay silently together.

"It's been a long time since anybody has made me feel like that,” I said when I finally broke the comfortable silence. "You're surprisingly skilled with your hands."

I kissed his chest and traced my fingers over his abs, moving further down to see how easy it would be to persuade him to stay.

He laughed; he probably didn't believe me.

"I don't think you're going to let me get away with this being a one-time thing."

"You don't want it to be, either," I shrugged. "We have chemistry. I don’t need or want a Mate."

He laughed again and kissed me lightly.

"You're persuasive, I’ll give you that."

"I'm the first woman you've taken the next morning, apparently–"

"–you think so?"

I blushed, realizing that wasn't what he had meant before. His hand slipped down between my legs, and he rubbed me gently as I panted and squirmed against him.

"You're crazy if you decide not to do this again."

"Yeah?" he smiled, and slipped his fingers into me. "You're lucky you have such a fuckable p***y, then."

I moaned softly, and ran my hands over his body as he teased me. It felt like perfection to me - he was physically powerful, but lacking the usual arrogance that was off-putting in men like him. I ground against his hand as he drove me closer and closer to climax until he leaned over me, and I wrapped my legs around him.

"Are you always this impatient?" I asked, as if I hadn't been the one to position him against me.

"You'll be able to figure that out if I come back another day," he said before he kissed me and let himself slip inside me, reaching blindly for the bedside table.

He wasn't even remotely impatient - he wanted to know what it felt like to f**k me when I had a p***y full of his c*m, because that was what he had never done before, but he was able to resist the urge to f**k me raw again.

I panted as he slid inside me; he was slow and gentle at first, teasing me with shallow thrusts until I couldn't take it anymore; I expected him to take me harder, but he didn't. He shifted me so I was on my side and slipped his arm around me so he could massage my breasts. He pressed my back against his chest as he moved inside me, holding me like I was fragile, yet making me feel indestructible.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured into my ear. His breath was warm and it made me shiver.

"Kiss me," I whispered, tilting my head so he could kiss my neck and suck softly at the sensitive skin.

It made the moment transcend the casual hook-up it had been, and it became an act of intimacy so naturally that the shift in our feelings escaped both of us.

His fingertips glanced down my body, moving from my breast to my hip so he could hold me tighter as he f****d me, and I felt like I was melting into him. He was slow, and gentle, and unhurried; but I could feel how tense he was, and it was clear he was holding back.

"I'm going to c*m inside you next time," he said, his voice a deep rumble against my neck. The thought excited him; it excited us both, and when he twitched inside me I tightened instantly.

He pulled back immediately.

Apparently, he couldn't wait until next time.

He was panting as he withdrew from me, and I felt my body tensing in anticipation as I waited to feel him again.

He sat back against the headboard when he was ready, moving me so I was straddling him; I leaned back slightly so he could watch us, and he held me by the hips as I rode him slowly.

"You feel so f*****g good," he whispered. He was tensing up again and I could feel him getting close. I wanted to kiss him but he didn't let me, tilting his head back instead and closing his eyes.

"You're close," I muttered, as if he didn't know it himself.

One of his hands slid down and his thumb rested on my c**t, rubbing slowly and leisurely against it. "I know," he whispered, and kissed me softly. "I don't want to c*m yet, though. I want you to finish first."

I leaned forward to kiss him properly - softly and slowly - and he slipped his tongue past my lips.

It was a moment of simple intimacy that I hadn't felt in a long time.

I was overwhelmed by all the feelings he roused in me; my body gave in to the pleasure and I came against him, bringing him with me.

"I don't think either of us will be getting much done today," he said, teasingly.

I shook my head.

"I can't stay in bed all day. I need to speak to my father, I can't just leave him on his own."

He sighed, but he knew I was right, and now I was thinking about it, I was beginning to feel guilty for spending my night in bed with Robin when I should have been at Caius' side.

"This was fun," he said as he pulled his jeans back on and took out one of the clove cigarettes. He opened the door to the balcony and sat out at the table with the warming golden rays of the early morning sun illuminating his intricate monochrome tattoos.

I hesitated for a moment, and watched as he struck a match with his thumb to light the cigarette, then took a drag.

He was impossibly hot, and I was distracted by him despite the fact I was concerned about my father - I almost went out to join him on the balcony, but his sister burst out from his room and I couldn't face whatever her reaction would be to the fact he hadn't slept in his own bed.

I took the opportunity to slip into the shower, then went down to see my father again, hoping things would be easier for us now the initial shock had passed.